What a genius idea!
In a very short time, the conference room fell silent. Although everyone wanted to praise him, they did not say it out loud because they were in different camps or because of their seniority.
Only Sharma, who had just expressed his thoughts, was still eating the food on the plate in front of him slowly.
It was a steak cooked using old-era cooking methods, with some unknown green plant sprouts scattered around it, decorating the already somewhat empty plate.
Such a meal is a priceless and rare delicacy in Hope City, and no more than a dozen people can enjoy it.
However, no congressman was surprised or dissatisfied with his extravagance. They all had their own hobbies, and naturally their food was not bad.
At this moment, everyone was still immersed in the proposal that Sharma had just made.
Without a doubt, this is the best solution for the current situation.
The most difficult thing to distinguish is always lies mixed with truth.
Most people who don't know the full picture treat the information broadcasted as either complete belief or complete denial.
Even if there is a certain degree of suspicion, it is difficult to find any part where the congressmen have tampered with the facts when most of them are covered up.
In other words, you either believe it all or you don't believe it at all. There is no such thing as believing only a little.
Even if there is, isn't it different for each person as to what they believe and what they don't believe?
Then the next thing is very simple, just wait for the beast tide to end and then start awarding medals.
If that yellow-haired guy comes, it means that he understood the hint from the top management of Hope City and accepted the olive branch they extended.
After all, they have committed almost all the murders and arson now, so it’s time to accept the amnesty, right?
If you don't come, it will be like refusing to accept the toast and then drinking the forfeit wine, and you will naturally face more pursuit and blockade.
The MPs didn't really take this matter to heart.
No matter how good this person is at fighting, can he also use a full-power energy cannon to attack?
If he does not agree to be recruited and lets "Xingluo" take action, he will be killed with one energy bomb even if some civilians die.
As for the other party's resistance, it is even more nonsense.
As long as the "Holy Shield" shrinks the range of the energy shield to the vicinity of the spire, the gathered energy shield will be enough to resist the opponent's attack, and they will always be invincible.
As for whether that person would attack other residents in the city, the councillors would rather the yellow-haired man ruin his own reputation, so they naturally would not care about these small details.
In short, everyone has already opened the champagne in their hearts, and is just looking forward to whether it will be a small win or a big win.
But at this time, Matthew, the councillor at the core of the plan, suddenly asked:
"Who will confer the honor on him then?"
This question was like a thunderclap, striking the minds of the congressmen and waking up those who subconsciously thought that the matter had been resolved.
Yes, the external problems seem to have been solved, so the next thing is the internal problems.
Obviously, such a difficult action as awarding honors is difficult for the members of the Immortality Faction who have already integrated with the special life-sustaining equipment to perform.
They have been sitting in chairs for decades, and most of their muscles have atrophied. Now they even have difficulty standing up.
Then the only options are Sharma, Zhong Ding, Nia and other parliamentarians.
As the proposer of the plan, Sharma is certainly qualified to participate in and even lead the awarding ceremony.
But the problem is that the radio station and the newspaper mouthpiece are Matthew's private property, and now Sharma is using his people and his power to benefit himself.
With my mouthpiece? In your name?
Isn’t this also a kind of cow?
Damn, I got bullied twice in just one day!
Matthew reached out and adjusted the medicine pump on the side of the chair, allowing more energy to be injected into his body and speed up the functioning of his brain.
He always felt that the standards of the nutrient solution had declined recently, making his thinking far less sharp than before, but now was not the time to think about these things.
Looking at the expectant eyes of other congressmen, and even the implicit mockery in them, Matthew felt as if he had been roasted on the fire.
If you agree, you will be the victim; if you don’t agree, you will be a selfish person who doesn’t care about the overall situation.
The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, and everyone was waiting for Matthew's response.
After a long while, Matthew said with some reluctance:
"You can go. I will also attend the awarding ceremony."
Sharma's hands, which were cutting beef, suddenly stopped. He looked at Matthew blankly, as if he wanted to see the true appearance of Hope City's number one victim through the thick hood.
No buddy, not only did you agree to it, you also wanted to watch it live?
Objectively speaking, there is nothing wrong with Matthew's decision.
As a member of parliament, he must appear in the most eye-catching place at the awarding ceremony.
No matter what the person sitting there does, he will definitely be noticed by the countless residents of Hope City, which is beneficial for him to increase his presence and establish prestige.
After all, legislators cannot be too mysterious and should occasionally organize some people-friendly activities.
Properly balancing the mysterious and authoritarian attributes is exactly what he should do. From this perspective, there is nothing wrong with his behavior.
But this is just a rational perspective. From an emotional perspective - why do you still like to watch?
Sharma was still staring at Matthew, as if trying to figure out if it was his little trick that had awakened the other party's strange attributes.
Damn it, I was originally going to use this incident to make things difficult for the old man, but I hope he won’t get away with it…
After a moment, Sharma could see nothing.
His expression regained its composure once again, and he picked up his knife and fork with a smile and said:
"That's fine with me."
"Okay, then..."
"etc."
The one who raised his hand was Senator Kant, the Senator in charge of luxury goods in ancient Greece... no, the Senator in charge of luxury goods in Hope City.
As a member of the Changsheng faction, he naturally had reasons and positions to stand on Matthew's side.
As if to ease his ally's embarrassment, he interrupted Sharma who was about to make the final decision and said:
"I want to go see it, too."
Do you have such a hobby?
The precious metals used to make the medals are also your property.
Sharma felt that these old guys didn't seem to be ordinary people, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.
So at this moment, the master of peacemaking, this generation of bell and cauldron finally began to stir again:
"I have an idea."
All the congressmen showed disdainful expressions.
Whenever this guy opens his mouth, he always says hello, hello to me, hello to everyone, which is completely different from the previous generation of Zhong Ding.
Councillor Zhong Ding seemed to be aware of how he was perceived by everyone, and he showed no reaction to everyone's subconscious neglect and contempt.
After all, everyone has shut up, they are just waiting for him to speak, which is already very considerate of him.
In the opportunity given by everyone to speak, Zhong Ding spread his hands:
"My suggestion is, why don't everyone go together?"
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